Comments about Auston Lee
A Blue Rose
“Blue Rose” by Auston Lee
What will this age of time bring us?
We are but a Blue Rose; we are the beasts in this world unfit for life.
Our shadows leave nothing but bloodshed and heartache.
Our tears leave no marks when they hit the cold ground.
Our blood is not our own for we are made by cold hands.
We are but a Blue Rose, not knowing what purpose may lie in wait for us.
The path is paved with the cries of those who know not our name.
The way is covered with a thin sheet of uncertainty, easily broken by the simple hand to touch.
The road cannot be seen by ...